Background
Born into a group of mercenaries Abram has always had to fight to survive and provide for himself..
If he wasn't covered in blood from the victims of the merc contracts he was training. Pounding his fists into something to make himself stronger. It didn't take long before he was bashing skulls with those fists in cantinas, alleyways or wherever else he could do so to earn a little credits, do to his sheer size and resilience he hardly ever felt the hit that was delivered to him.
As his fame rose in the street fighting cercuit, as well as to those who would hire him to have him beat up someone, he decided it was high time to form his own group of mercs.. to hit the bigger targets.. The ones that he couldn't just punch to earn a dime.
- Independent
Motivation